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"These corpse cultivators like to appear at midnight, when the yin energy is the heaviest." A faint light fell on his cheek, and Leng Quanyi's eyes were filled with confusion.

"It's almost noon now, when the Yang energy is at its strongest. It's rare to come out."

Yu Zhao lowered his voice a bit, "It's best to be careful with a corpse puppet in the Nascent Soul stage."

It's not good to appear under the nose of Qingcheng Sect. When they see one cockroach, there are already too many cockroaches in the gutter to accommodate it.

The corpse puppet on the ground seemed to have some broken part of its body. After taking only two steps, it suddenly stopped, moved its head stiffly, and then turned its entire head 180 degrees.

He looked dully in the direction where Yu Zhao and Leng Quanyi were, and then he stopped moving, like a wooden man.

A fishy smell hit Yu Zhao in the face, and she felt a chill on her back. She hurriedly pushed Leng Quanyi away and dodged a palm strike. Turning back, she saw three corpse puppets staring at them, with black blood oozing from their eyes.

"Found... Found..."

The leading corpse puppet spoke with an unknown vocal organ. The voice sounded like a broken old waterwheel, with a damp and cold tone.

The inky black eyes stared at Leng Quanyi, then he stepped quickly forward on the bamboo leaves, and a black shadow flashed by.

The scene before his eyes was also captured by an altar somewhere in southern Xinjiang.

The priestess, dressed in colorful feathered clothes, held up a snake staff and struck the human-skin drum in front of her fiercely. With a "bang" sound, a fierce smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Found it! My honorable Master Gu Tong."

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The figure in front of her was getting bigger and bigger, and the fishy smell was getting closer. Leng Quanyi turned her wrist, and three explosive talismans appeared at her fingertips.

"Boom—"

The huge explosion resounded through the sky. All the disciples of Qingcheng Sect heard it and rushed to the bamboo forest at a rapid speed.

Black blood splattered, and the corpse puppet with one arm blown off didn't hesitate at all. It slapped Leng Quanyi with its palm with sharp gray nails. All three of them were corpse puppets with the cultivation level of Jindan stage.

Her eyes widened slightly, her hand resting on the jade flute at her waist. The flute shone with a mysterious light, but then it suddenly stopped. Her slender hand seemed to drop down in relaxation.

"Pfft" sound.

Blood splattered and sprayed on the bamboo leaves.

The scarlet blade cut through the corpse puppet's throat, almost chopping off its entire head. Thick black blood gushed out. The remaining two corpse puppets stopped moving, looked at each other, and were stunned on the spot.

They have no intelligence, but they have the instinct of fear.

The girl drew back the Jinghong Knife, splashing black blood. Her face was cold and arrogant, her tall figure was slender, and the corners of her ink-black clothes rustled in the mountain breeze.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

She didn't believe that the Qingcheng faction had caused such a huge mess in just one or two days. She just heard the corpse puppets she had just killed speak, although their pronunciation was a little unclear, but they could speak.

"It seems that I have to use some special means to pry open your mouths." The smile in Yu Zhao's eyes slowly faded, and suddenly a cold chill emerged, and his knuckles clenched.

The Jinghong knife in his hand shone brightly, like a war beast ready to eat raw meat and drink blood at any time.

"In my presence, even a corpse has to stand up and talk to me!" Yu Zhao shook off the black blood on his narrow sleeves, revealing his murderous intent, and rushed forward again with the knife.

The raised dust obscured Leng Quanyi's vision. She could only see a red shadow floating by from time to time, like a token illuminating the fog, and the strange screams of the corpse puppets came one after another.

Senior Sister is scarier than a corpse puppet...

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the corners of the inky clothes were stained with dark stains, which were the black blood of the corpses.

Yu Zhao carelessly shook off the blood and flesh from the bloody blade and sighed regretfully, "I accidentally used too much force and pried the corpse puppet's mouth open."

No useful clues were found.

She suddenly realized that there was a corpse puppet on the ground, which was in the Nascent Soul stage, but when she looked around, she only saw a big black hole.

The corpse puppet in the Nascent Soul stage dug a hole in the ground and ran away.

However, the corpses of the corpse puppets are still there, and we should be able to find some clues on them.

When the disciples arrived, they found only body parts scattered across the floor, like a crime scene. The two girls in the center were completely unharmed. The overwhelming stench caused some of the disciples to vomit, completely vomiting up their overnight meals.

Yu Zhao broke off a bamboo stick and was carefully searching among the body fragments. The sutures had been damaged by the spiritual energy, and the shattered body was a horrible sight.

Seeing that she dared to come forward and rummage around, the group of disciples retreated more than ten meters in unison. Their stomachs were churning wildly, and they were afraid that they would not want to eat braised pork and stewed chicken for a month.

The noise was so loud that the clan leader thought Yu Zhao was going to have another fight in the bamboo forest and had demolished the bamboo forest for him, so he rushed over quickly.

Several streams of light landed on the ground almost at the same time.

"Yu Zhao!!!" The clan leader's deafening voice suddenly rang out, and all the leaves in the bamboo forest fell to the ground, forming a thick layer.

"Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're Cui Yu's disciple! Believe it or not, I'll punish you by having you clean up all the plaques in the sect, or even have you water the medicinal fields in the Dan Pavilion and drive away the badger!"

"I'm going to report you to Elder Cui!"

The owner of the angry voice stopped abruptly when he saw the corpses all over the ground. The sect leader's eyes were blurry and he rubbed them. He pulled Yu Zhao aside and said earnestly with several strands of his beard falling out due to worry.

"Kid, the way you disposed of the body was wrong. Why is it all over the floor?"

The noise was too loud, and it was difficult for him to deal with it!

Others are like fairies scattering flowers, but you are just dancing with corpses! It's so scary!

Yu Zhao coughed uncomfortably. The clan leader had a rich imagination. She even wanted to dump the body? She actually preferred burying it alive.

"This is a corpse puppet." She then brought the small corpse on the branch in front of him and continued, "Master, look..."

The bloody pieces of meat made people feel uncomfortable all over.

The old sect leader's mouth twitched, his eyes closed, and he shook his head, his gray beard waving in the air. "How disgusting! I won't watch it. It's disturbing my lunch!"

Leng Quanyi's eyes were cold, and he couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he raised his hand and grabbed the sect leader's eyebrows, forcing him to open his eyes.

"How can you be the old Bidden Sect Master? Even this thing has sneaked in. What if it hurts Senior Sister?"